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Over my Russian
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Russian nightingale over my sky,
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Over Russian stars of my warm amber.
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I love Russia in the sparks of pure snow,
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The poplar blizzard in raznotsvete dawn.
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Chorus:
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Melting in the haze of the forest, honey smells of mildew -
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Nothing in the world is no good and beautiful,
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But Russia has always, love, young,
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And I have no control over my years Russia.
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Russia clouds over my darkness loomed,
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But after the storm became stronger than she,
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And safely live under its skies,
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Silence a young age, steppe grasses silence.
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Chorus.
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Russia poured over my fresh cool,
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sun light lit golden haystacks.
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And forever sweet Russian groves Listopad,
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And Russia, as a mother I ever road.
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Chorus.
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At the heart you just odna.1984
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